A solitary glass sits on the table,
Intricately carved patterns...

It hurts that you don't talk to me and always look...
I don't know what I did to make things be this...

There once was a girl full of joy and glee.
She was sensible and moved precautiously...

There are many things that go through our heads
From day to day...

My head is lolling
My eyes are drooping...

I feel trapped I can't take it
Don't think I'm gonna make it...

You break your promises, tear my soul
Bring me down, stick me in a hole...

Alive
into a dead world...

You drive me insane
and strike me as so vain...

Lots of ppl say make your last move the biggest.
Others say just give it up...

Being different become bad?
speaking your mind become offensive...

This world doesn't seem real
i'm seeing it, hearing it, smelling & tasting...